Landing

The Great Sea —it seems to imply a point of no return. Once upon a time, Sylvanas, as Farstrider, traversed the entire continent, but she never sailed to another unknown land, not even to a specific destination.

Beyond that, the most taboo aspect is that Quel'dorei documents record that the High Elf were once exiled, an act instigated by their blood relatives, the Night Elf, who inhabit that continent. Although tens of thousands of years have passed, Sylvanas believes that the conflict between the Quel'dorei and Night Elf remains unresolved.

This trip to Kalimdor wasn't for a quest, but for someone. Sylvanas looked at Lo'gresh in her hand with tired, dry eyes. In Quel'Thalas, after everything was over, she found this weapon while cleaning up the battlefield, but its owner was nowhere to be found. The Female Elf searched the battlefield for an entire day, but couldn't find Nathanos's body. She had initially held onto a sliver of hope that the human should have survived, but the result was even harder for her to accept.

Arthas's atrocities against the Elven Kingdom were appalling. Regarding national hatred: the Sunwell was corrupted, the King perished, countless comrades were slaughtered, and the beautiful and fertile Eversong Forest was transformed into a living hell in an instant. Regarding personal vendetta: Nathanos's death was a devastating blow to Sylvanas, but what tormented her even more was that the humanity she cared about most could not find eternal Tranquility even in death. He had been resurrected, becoming an Undead. Sylvanas now only wanted to know whether Nathanos still remembered her, remembered everything from his life? Or had he also become a monster like Arthas? She absolutely had to find out.

The Elf destroyer sailed swiftly, the sea breeze blowing in the right direction. However, not everything went so smoothly. Besides her, there were ten Windrunner family guards on board. These men weren't under her command; they should have been with Alleria, but Sylvanas had forced them to come. She needed manpower.

She'd heard some dissenting voices these past few days. Quel'Thalas was in chaos, and the people needed Farstrider more than ever. Sylvanas, of all people, had chosen this moment to set sail across the ocean in search of a human. The crew members on board were privately accusing her of selfishness.

Sylvanas cursed inwardly. These people knew absolutely nothing, and Nathanos was surrounded by many Quel'dorei comrades. She had to find out if these resurrected comrades still possessed the same fervor they once had.

"Let them talk." She looked at the compass in her hand and pointed in a direction.

"Everyone, prepare to disembark." Nathanos tapped on the railing, gesturing for everyone to look over. The entire ship was a den of iniquity and evil.

Apart from a few rotting, brainless corpses, everyone else was facing him, which was probably the first thing Nathanos had said to them in days.

"There are some unusual circumstances on the beachhead; it's best to be cautious when going ashore."

Nathanos pointed out that many large ships were anchored on the shore, which looked like human flagships.

"The sea kingdom of Kul Tiras?" Nathanos recalled the origin of these things. Interestingly, the ships were moored haphazardly, some even aground. Many logs floated on the sea.

"Nobody here?" Veronalara returned with her men after searching the area.

"Go find any supplies that might have been left here." Nathanos had intended to say this, but was quickly stopped by a whisper in his mind. They were no longer alive; they no longer needed food or anything like that.

"These ships are probably not carrying humans."

Why do you say that?

Veronalara gave Nathanos a strange look with her orange eyes. The latter was squatting on the ground, looking at the yellow sand on the shore.

"Some of the ships showed obvious signs of deliberate damage, and there were no guards around, indicating that they had been abandoned. Judging from their structure, the smaller ones were likely cruisers from Lordaeron, while the larger ones were probably from Kul Tiras. If the people on board were humans, they certainly wouldn't have abandoned these ships. But if they were Orcs, out of hatred for humans, they would have every reason to do so."

"Orcs?" Veronalara raised an eyebrow.

Nathanos didn't look up at the Dark Ranger who was speaking to him. "It's a pity their footprints here have been swallowed up by the black tide, otherwise it would have confirmed my guess."

"So what do we do next?" asked another Dark Ranger, Enya.

What to do? This was also what Nathanos wanted to know, but the Lich King had not given any further instructions. They were like exiles, arriving on a new continent.

"Let's find out the situation here first. I think there should be indigenous people in this area."

Veronalara and Enya bowed slightly and then went to prepare. Commanding mindless corpses and simple-minded Ghoul was easy.

"Nathanos, you need to keep an eye on Saloren." Veronalara had returned sometime earlier. Her words made Nathanos look up, and his eyes immediately found Saloren. The boy was sitting on the ground, playing with the Shali like a five-year-old.

"His transformation looks worrying."

"You can tolerate yourself now?" Nathanos asked slyly. The question caught Veronalara off guard. Their Undead bodies had twisted them, and Nathanos could understand Saloren's disappointed reaction. Their names were now a curse. Everyone has moments of inexplicable behavior.

"I was just stating the facts!" Veronalara, her voice laced with anger. "To your question, my answer is never. I don't know why fate made me this way. I've thought about ending it all, but perhaps I'll be resurrected and become something even more disgusting. I... don't want that. I can't sacrifice my humanity. I remember who I am, and I will find a way to escape this damned fate. Do you understand?" She coldly retorted to Nathanos, who stared at her for a moment without uttering a word.

After her explanation, Veronalara's disobedient words went unpunished by the Lich King, and she seemed perfectly fine. Nathanos began to suspect that the one manipulating them was no longer paying attention to them.

Humanity? Do the dead still possess that? If they do, they should indeed seek a way to achieve redemption. But... is that even possible?

Nathanos suddenly understood why Veronalara was alright; her words not only wouldn't anger the Lich King, but might even have pleased him. It was utterly ridiculous.

A way to redeem oneself? That's wishful thinking.